Window 2, Seventh Canteen

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the end of the path, and they arrived at their destination.

Although it is a town, in Jiang Wei's view, the level of development here is very low, not as good as an ordinary village there.

Before eight o'clock in the evening, there were almost no pedestrians on the road, and there were not even a few street lights. Most of the light came from the houses on both sides of the path.

Han Zilu got out of the car first and knocked on the big iron gate opposite. Behind the iron gate was a two-story building with a small courtyard.

Soon, the small door on the side of the iron gate opened, and a woman came out with a rice bowl.

Han Zilu: "Sister Yang, it's me."

Aunt Yang recognized Han Zilu and hurried to ask someone to open the door.

At once, three or five people came out of the yard, and tacitly helped Han Zilu get the cow out of the cart, led it to the cowshed in the yard and tied it up.

Jiang Wei helped Han Zilu carry the suitcase, and an old man with a goatee led them into the house.

Jiang Wei thought that this was probably Uncle Huang, so he asked him directly, "Uncle, do you have any antipyretics? Zilu has a fever."

Jiang Wei has heard Doudou and the others call Zilu a lot these days, so he subconsciously called "Zilu". He didn't realize it, but Han Zilu heard it.

The old man spoke Yunnan dialect, and gestured to Jiang Wei, "You, shrink it again?"

Han Zilu said: "This is not Uncle Huang. They said that Uncle went to a neighboring village to see a doctor, and he may not be back until tomorrow."

Jiang Wei: "Then I'll get you antipyretics?"

Han Zilu nodded.

The two were led into the house where they stayed, and this time they finally didn't have to squeeze into the same room again.

In fact, they only prepared a room for Han Zilu to sleep in, but Uncle's son Huang Zhiyong saw that there were more guests, so he went to tidy up another room and moved the two little nephews who came to play to his room. make do.

Huang Zhiyong said a few polite words to the two of them, and then went on his own.

Jiang Wei packed his luggage in the room, found the medicine, thought for a while, and decided that it would be better to eat first and then take the medicine, so he asked Han Zilu to eat first.

The host's family prepared a lot of local specialties, but Han Zilu was sick and couldn't eat anything, so Jiang Wei didn't eat much.

After finishing the meal in a hurry, Jiang Wei accompanied Han Zilu back to the house, supervised him to take the antipyretic medicine, and then sat on the stool and looked at him doing nothing.

Han Zilu sat on the edge of the bed, "Go and rest for a while, but the conditions here are not as good as Doudou's, so you can just settle."

Jiang Wei: "I've been sleeping all afternoon, and I'm not tired at all, but you, go to sleep, you need to rest more when you're sick, and my uncle's daughter-in-law said there's hot water to take a bath, so go take a bath first."

"Well, good." Han Zilu got up, and Jiang Wei helped him get his pajamas.

Han Zilu went to take a shower, and Jiang Wei sent him downstairs.

When Han Zilu came back from washing, Jiang Wei had already made the bed for him and added another quilt.

On the small table beside the bed, a glass of warm water was poured for him.

Very attentive.

Han Zilu's heart warmed, and he said, "Thank you."

"Don't be polite to me. Really, you have taken care of me all the way, and I should take care of you."

Han Zilu was not too polite with Jiang Wei, he was already feeling dizzy and uncomfortable, and he couldn't stand up, so he lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed.

Jiang Wei squatted beside the bed, smiling a little silly, "Go to sleep, go to sleep, and close your eyes when you count to three."

Han Zilu turned sideways and looked at Jiang Wei quietly.

Jiang Wei counted directly, "Three, close your eyes."

"It's not that I don't want to sleep, but I'm dizzy, so I probably didn't fall asleep so quickly."

"That's it... Then I will talk with you? Oh no, you have to rest, don't talk so much, so, let me tell you a story."

Han Zilu raised his eyes slightly, "Tell me your own story?"

"Mine? Didn't you bother to listen to what I said before?"

"It's very interesting, let's go on."

"But I've finished talking about the interesting things... so, let me tell you a story. There is a funny one, it was said a long time ago... Hey, I said, if you get tired of listening, go to sleep, don't patronize the story. "

"Well, you go on."

"A long time ago, there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain, and in the temple—"

"Is there an old monk?" Han Zilu answered.

"What?" Jiang Wei was exposed, but refused to admit it, "I'm not talking about a monk. In this temple, there is a, um, a goblin. Guess what changed a goblin?"

"mouse."

"Why a mouse?"

"Because there are mice everywhere."

"Okay, okay, but I guessed wrong! That goblin was transformed from an oil lamp. Have you never heard of the Qingdeng Ancient Temple? This goblin is called Qingdeng."

"The people in the Qingdeng Ancient Palace are about to grow old, and the grandson of the king sighs that he has no fate..." Han Zilu answered lightly.

Jiang Wei didn't listen carefully, "What?"

"What happened to the goblin?"

"Oh, this goblin was transformed by a lamp. At the beginning, he didn't know that he had become a spirit, so he attached himself to the lamp and listened to the monks chanting. This is similar to some kind of, um, similar to Some kind of practice, so he slowly cultivated higher and higher, and then one day, he didn't know why, he turned into a human, so he was seen by a little monk..."

Han Zilu seemed quite interested, and asked, "How old is the little monk?"

"Probably, less than ten years old."

"How old is the man that the goblin becomes?"

Jiang Wei said while thinking: "It's about the same age."

"Did the oil lamp become a girl?"

"No, it's a boy, so it's called Qingdeng. For a girl, it should be called Hongzhu or something more appropriate?"

Han Zilu smiled, "Go ahead."

"Then the little monk saw the goblin, and the little monk was very confused, should he tell the master? He kept hearing from the big monks that goblins were scary, but the child in front of him didn't look scary at all, so..."

"He didn't tell the truth."

"Yes, he also made rules for the little goblin and named him Qingdeng. Then, the little monk will continue to chant scriptures every day. After the scriptures are finished, when the big monks are gone, he will go to the lamp Meditate before..."

Han Zilu stopped answering the phone, Jiang Wei made up nonsense for 10 minutes, and finally couldn't make it up anymore.

"Anyway, in the end, the monk got old, and Qingdeng left by himself..." Jiang Wei's voice became smaller and smaller, but seeing that Han Zilu had closed his eyes, he was also relieved.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got up to leave, Han Zilu grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.

Jiang Wei was slightly startled, "Are you still asleep?"

"Listening to the story, why did you fall asleep, have you finished the story?"

"Basically, there is no such a story... I made it up."

"I know it's made up."

"hey-hey."

"Why did you make up a *?"

"What beauty? What is it?"

"*, Delay, I just want to ask you, why did you make up a love story between two men?"

"Ah..." Jiang Wei scratched his head, "Because I think you will like it, you are not like that."

Han Zilu smiled, "I'm gay so I like to listen to stories about men and women?"

"Is not it?"

Han Zilu didn't speak, just looked at Jiang Wei.

Jiang Wei was inexplicably embarrassed, "Then what, I didn't make it up anyway, I don't have this talent."

Han Zilu lay down on his back, looked at the white wall above his head, "It's fine if you can't make it up, let's tell your own story."

"But I have nothing to say."

"What about love stories? About you, I don't have to listen to stories about men and women."

Jiang Wei scratched her head, "Well... I had a girlfriend in high school, but I didn't have much to say. Do you want to listen? If you want to listen, I will say it."

Han Zilu closed his eyes and let out a "hmm".

Jiang Wei helped Han Zilu tuck up the raised corner of the quilt, and began to recall.

"Her name is Jiang Ke, ah, it's not my Jiang, it's Jiang Jiang, but it sounds the same sound. We are in the same studio, and I learned it more than a year before her.

When she first came to the studio that day, our teacher asked me to take her to familiarize herself with the environment. She asked me what my name was, and I said my name was Jiang Wei. One Jiang, she is also quite funny, she gave me a nickname at the time, saying that I am Da Jiang and she is Xiao Jiang. I thought it was very funny, so I called her after her, and gradually got to know each other. "

Han Zilu's eyes opened slightly, "You liked her later?"

"Listen to me slowly. At that time, I was actually relatively young. There was a long period of time, about half a year. I played well with her. She is new, and her foundation is not good. But her father and our teacher used to be classmates, and our teacher asked me to take care of her more. At that time, I had nothing to do to help her change the paintings. In fact, I really liked her paintings. They are the kind, with more personality, although they are not suitable. Exams, but I like it quite a bit, but that's it, I haven't thought about anything else about her.

Then after more than half a year, she suddenly ignored me for a while, I felt baffled at the time, and asked her where she offended her, and she avoided me, and then she didn’t come to the studio for several times up.Then our teacher asked me what was going on, and I asked her out to eat alone. Well, I remember that I asked out at McDonald's, and I didn't think fast food was bad at that time.

I kept trying to find a way to ask her during the meal, but she didn't talk much. After eating, I couldn't ask any more questions, so I said I was going to leave, but she just sat there. When I saw it, she actually cried. ..."

Jiang Wei scratched her head and looked at Han Zilu, "Actually, it's a good thing that you don't like girls. Really, they are too difficult to understand. When she cries, I panic, thinking what the hell is wrong with her? Then After coaxing for a long time, she suddenly asked me why I was so nice to her since I didn't like her, and why I was flirting with her.

hey you know what?My mood at the time was really—I was about to change into Ma Jingtao. "

Han Zilu turned his head slightly, "Are you still looking at Qiong Yao?"

"Uh... When I was young, my mother had to pull me to watch, saying that I would become like the one on TV, and then I would be liked by girls... It's just, hey, I went on to say, anyway, I was completely fooled at the time, and then She said, don't treat her well if you don't like her, she will misunderstand and feel sad.

So what can I do?I definitely said no, I didn't dislike you... Then, inexplicably, it turned into a plot similar to confessing to each other.

However, although it was a bit inexplicable at the time, but after getting along with her slowly, I really like her. Jiang is a very special girl, and there are always many fun things to do when you are with her.

After that, we painted together, dated once in a while, and then we were in the third year of high school. We took the fast art exam, and we worked overtime together every day to practice, and we also agreed to take the same university exam, but she was not good at basic skills, so I was very anxious Yes, just ask her to come to Beijing with me for a training camp.

We stayed together in Beijing for a month. At that time, we both lived in the studio, and basically we could see each other the rest of the time except sleeping. At that time, I really felt that she liked me very much and cared about me. I was also very touched, because she was also good at culture classes. In fact, there is no need to take the art test, and half of it is because of me. Of course, if I didn't go to Beijing for training, I myself would not be able to pass the test.

But then she failed the exam.

In fact, it is normal for her not to pass the exam. I thought she would retake the exam and continue to take the exam in our school or simply take the culture class in other schools in Beijing, but the result... She went abroad directly, and told me the result without discussing it with me. .

Although I was upset at the time, I was also happy for her, but not long after, when she was about to leave the country, she broke up with me suddenly, um, so we never got in touch again. "

Han Zilu turned his head, "Why did you break up?"

"Actually, I really don't understand. She said that I don't care about her, but I do. I really want to be with her."

Han Zilu was silent for a while, and asked, "Is this your first love?"

Jiang Wei nodded.

Han Zilu: "Is there any more after that?"

Jiang Wei shook his head.

Han Zilu changed to a sideways position again, "How far did you make progress before you broke up?"

"Kiss me." Jiang Wei said, pointing to her own mouth.

Han Zilu looked at Jiang Wei's lips, and suddenly felt his face was hot, so he hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover half of his face. Fortunately, he had a fever at the moment, and his face was already red, otherwise even if he covered it, he could still see the The cheeks to the ears are red.

He asked Jiang Wei these things on purpose to make himself give up, but he didn't expect that after listening to it, he would have more distracting thoughts in his mind.

Jiang Wei has only had one girlfriend, and he and her have only progressed to the point of kissing...

Jiang Wei is still a bitch.

When Han Zilu thought of this, Jiang Wei thought of it herself, so she scratched her head, smiled embarrassedly, changed the subject and said, "What about you? Can I gossip too?"

Han Zilu showed his face from under the quilt, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing that his fever seemed to be getting worse, Jiang Wei hurriedly said that there is no need to talk about it, and we will talk about these things later when I have time.

He changed Han Zilu's warm water to a new one, and after he finished drinking it, he went back to the house.

That night Jiang Wei dreamed about Jiang Ke and slept very restlessly.

He woke up very early the next day, and there were many clear memory images in his mind-her tears on the night of confessing to each other, and her resoluteness on the day of breaking up.

However, Jiang Wei still can't figure out what the problem is.

But fortunately, he has let go of that part of the past now, and when he fully wakes up, these pasts will fade away.

Stretch out and get up, it's another new day.

I don't know what happened to Han Zilu.

After Jiang Wei finished washing quickly, he knocked on the door of Han Zilu's room lightly. After waiting for a while, seeing no response, he opened the door and went in.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and the room was dark.

He walked to Han Zilu's bed and saw that Han Zilu was still sleeping, so he knelt down and raised his hand to test his forehead.

Unexpectedly, Han Zilu opened his eyes after sticking the back of his hand on it.